A poem, everyone has a different understanding when they read it. They all have different meanings, the most important thing is what you know, and you don't have to stick to what others think. In the past, Fang Xinghan always had his own specific understanding of the meaning of the poem, and even wanted to get closer to the person who said the poem, the meaning that he originally wanted to express.

Right? Maybe it's right, maybe it's not right at all.

This made that Fang Xinghan couldn't help but sigh a little, Hong Xiaobao, his apprentice, was too smart. Unconsciously taught himself a lesson, even if he clearly let you know that he is in his way, but he can't say anything.

"That's fine, I think it's better to understand the situation. Fang Xinghan couldn't help but nod secretly.

Hong Xiaobao had the intention to secretly help his master. Not for anything else - in fact, Hong Xiaobao was afraid that Fang Xinghan would be too rigid when he taught himself, and he also opened up another path for his master.

Now that everyone understands it, it should be much easier to think about it.

"What is potential? That is what a poem reads out, and what you spontaneously perceive in your heart, this is called potential. When you take advantage of this momentum, you naturally want to express the meaning with the weapon in your hand, and that is the move. Fang Xinghan smiled and said to Hong Xiaobao: "For the disciples of the Academy, the meaning of each poem may be known to him, and the feelings that inspire it in his heart are the same every time. However, it may be that the same verse will be used in different ways throughout life. ”

"It's like this willow tree in front of you, if he is the meaning of the verse. Fang Xinghan continued to Hong Xiaobao: "You obviously know that it is a willow tree, but the willow tree in your heart may be static sometimes, or it may become swaying in the next moment, or even vibrant, or withered. ”

"So this momentum. It also represents your thoughts, your heart. Only when you read a verse can you strengthen the thoughts in your heart, let the original intention remain unchanged, and let your heart fluctuate with the meaning of the poem. Only then can you cultivate the so-called potential, and only then can you have your own moves. ”

Listening to his master's words, Hong Xiaobao nodded seriously.

"Behold, as you have read to me before, 'A thousand hills and birds fly away. Whenever I read this sentence, I always keep surging in my mind the picture or the meaning of the poem. Every time it's like reading it for the first time, it makes my heart stir!" Fang Xinghan said: "This is the potential, the potential of the Holy Son Academy. ”

Hong Xiaobao was deeply touched when he heard his master's words! It seems that the people in the Holy Son School Palace are very passionate.

The so-called potential of the Holy Son School Palace, that is, every time it is read or thought out, it is to maintain the state at the beginning, even fanatical!

Deceptively simple. However, it is difficult to do.

Just like the sound in your ears, you will never feel it after listening to it for a long time. It's like the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, you will always get tired of eating too much.

And what about the school palace? is the state that allows you to keep this verse all the time. This is the potential, but the test is the heart.

"Master, I understand this situation. It's not difficult-" Hong Xiaobao said embarrassedly: "But it seems that it is not easy to maintain this state." ”

"So. Fang Xinghan smiled when he heard this, and said, "This will take a long time to contact and understand." The easiest way for a disciple to learn the palace, and it is also the most suitable way for a disciple at present, is to find a poem that you like. Practice over and over again. When you practice the verses, it doesn't matter if you are dancing and rolling around. You must stabilize that mentality, and even make it a habit. Every time I read this verse, I have the thought that it is a potential - of course, this is the clumsiest method at the moment. ”

Fang Xinghan shook his head regretfully.

The corners of Hong Xiaobao's mouth twitched involuntarily, he was a little bit back to Fang Xinghan as a teacher! Are the disciples of the Academy Palace all neurotic, and they have to ensure this mentality every time, isn't this forcing themselves to get along with themselves.

It's good that this is not Earth, otherwise I would have been sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, the only thing that makes me feel comforted is that my master is still normal.

"It's not so much potential. It's more of a fanatical heart!" This is Hong Xiaobao's feeling: "A fanatical heart for poetry." ”

This is the foundation of the Holy Son Academy, if you don't really like poetry. Or if you like to read, I'm afraid it will be a lot more difficult.

How to keep yourself a fanatical heart? Having your own momentum seems to be very difficult for Hong Xiaobao.

"I still remember when I first entered the school palace. Fang Xinghan looked at Hong Xiaobao and said, "There are thousands of books in the Academy, and there is a poem on every page. At that time, the seniors of the school palace asked us to choose one at random to use it to feel our potential. And this is the one I picked out!"

Fang Xinghan said, but he picked up the long sword in his hand, slowly stood under the willow tree, and said in his mouth: "This poem is called "Mountaineering". ”

Hong Xiaobao suddenly felt that Fang Xinghan's momentum had changed, and there was even a surging taste of blood, some strangeness and some fanatical feelings.

I only heard Fang Xinghan slowly recite the first sentence: "The lonely peak is ten thousand zhang mountain, straight into the colorful clouds." ”

The verse is easy to understand, but it is nothing more than a description of a high mountain. However, it was this simple meaning, this simple verse, looking at Fang Xinghan in front of him, but it gave Hong Xiaobao an illusion, and in an instant, Fang Xinghan seemed to be standing on this earth, the mountain closest to the sky. Hong Xiaobao blinked, he didn't know where he got this feeling.

But he saw Fang Xinghan slowly raise his arm, the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, but it seemed to be a sharp cliff slowly growing on this mountain peak.

"The eagle flies not as high, but I laugh at the sky. ”

"Chirp. Vaguely, Hong Xiaobao seemed to see a goshawk dancing around the mountain, but no matter how it fluttered its wings, it was difficult to fly up, and the mountain and the goshawk seemed to be separated by endless ravines, making people unable to cross.

However, on the top of this hill, it was as if a man in rags stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands tied, smiling and watching the goshawk flap its wings in vain.

The next moment, the long sword in Fang Xinghan's hand shook towards the air in front of him. And Hong Xiaobao seemed to see the person on the peak, and waved his hand to the sky dissatisfied, and that inch of space seemed to be directly divided.

The next moment, the day seemed to sink down, within reach! And the man, looking at the sky, showed a sarcastic smile.

Fang Xinghan didn't use his true qi, and there was no change in front of him after the sword shock. However, Hong Xiaobao's heart is overturned!

"What did you feel?" Fang Xinghan smiled and put away his sword and came to Hong Xiaobao's side: "Say it and I'll listen to it." ”

"Whew-" Hong Xiaobao exhaled the stuffy breath in his chest, saluted Fang Xinghan, and said, "A mountain isolated between heaven and earth has been fiercely inserted into the sky. Even the eagle could only hover in mid-air, but a man stood on the mountain peak, and with a wave of his arm seemed to let the sky fall, looking at the sky sarcastically. ”

"Huh?" Fang Xinghan glanced at Hong Xiaobao in surprise, nodded slowly, and said, "It seems that the understanding between the two of us is still different. Do you know what I felt?"

Without waiting for Hong Xiaobao to answer, Fang Xinghan continued: "I myself am the mountain peak, rising from the earth. The goshawk is just an embellishment, and what I'm going to do is pierce the sky!"

Hong Xiaobao was silent, not knowing what to say, just as he wanted to express before, each line of poetry has a different feeling for everyone, and even literally he may mean the same thing.

"Remember how I felt just now!" Fang Xinghan patted Hong Xiaobao on the shoulder and said, "Every time I hear this poem in the future, or read it out or think about it myself, I will have this feeling! Your own momentum!"

"Yes, each one is unique. Hong Xiaobao nodded and said to Fang Xinghan, "Yes, master!"

"Hmm. Fang Xinghan said with satisfaction: "That's it for today, as long as you know about it." If there's anything you don't understand, come and ask me. You can consider it yourself in private!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Xinghan said again: "By the way, this poem was chosen by myself when I entered the school palace. If you don't feel good, you can change it yourself! After all, you are very good at writing poems, and you can share some good poems with my master and me. ”

Fang Xinghan said to Hong Xiaobao with a smile on his face.

"Master. Hong Xiaobao couldn't help but smile and said: "I think this poem is very good, after I grasp the real momentum of this poem, I will think about something else." ”

"Uh-" Fang Xinghan couldn't help but be depressed, is it so difficult to get a good poem from his apprentice? But Fang Xinghan is not in a hurry, anyway, there will be more opportunities in the future, and he wants to wait for Hong Xiaobao to master the real momentum, and then he will compose his own poems.

Don't worry, Fang Xinghan is still waiting.

There is nothing to say, before getting up in the morning, even in his sleep, Hong Xiaobao is still silent in last night's poems and that insight. To tell the truth, when he was about to go to bed yesterday, Hong Xiaobao really thought that he had mastered the momentum, and his heart was stirring all the time.

However, after opening my eyes this morning, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. I thought I had the mentality of yesterday, but when I think about it, I don't feel it anymore.

Even after reading the verse out again, it was still the same.

This trend seems to be really not so easy to grasp.

Hong Xiaobao didn't understand a little, he couldn't forcibly remember it, how did his master do it freely. Usually, it's like a nobody, and I rarely talk about poetry and other things, but when I use it, it's amazing......

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